| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Private Rausch | | By Baker Brownell |
| | From “In Barracks”
PRISONER in life, Rausch, a private, | |
| Thumped at steel-clad existence | |
| Unavailingly. | |
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| Caught in the impassive tank | |
| Of the dull day, firm | 5 |
| With a cool crust of metal | |
| Wrapped around his fluid soul, | |
| Rausch thumped and failed | |
| To break the riveting. | |
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| Booze Rausch found one day | 10 |
| At a small bar under Corrine’s room, | |
| And soul found vent | |
| In a joyous spout. | |
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| Rausch was a gush | |
| Out of a windowless, dull tank; | 15 |
| Soldier life, armor of discipline, | |
| The close tyranny of small events, | |
| Broke, and Rausch, full of booze, | |
| Spouted himself expressively. | |
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| Rausch died of tremens one pay-day | 20 |
| While finding his legitimate soul. | | | | |
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